PAD Challenge Day 26: Last Good Cry

PAD Challenge Day 26: Write a “Last (blank)” poem.

Last Good Cry

Last night after some 

good butter chicken 

and a garlic naan 

with a good friend, 

I let the wind caress 

me up the concrete-

we danced with the 

soft rain until 

I went home 

fell into my own arms

and had to a good cry. 

I cried for all the good girls, 

whom I call warriors of love 

because we loved ourselves 

through brokenheartedness 

to repairness...all alone- 

while always been good...did good... 

and still doing good 

from the goodness of our hearts 

because we are more than good enough...

I cried for the children I fed this week 

because they didn't have enough food 

after school so I wonder 

if my blessings are keeping them smiling. 

Are they happy and full? 

Are they able to sleep in peace?...

I cried for the world 

How sad are the daily broken blues 

swallowing up precious time

keeping the struggles of love ones silent...

I cried about the climate of my heart. 

I don't know whether its time for me 

to be cold hearted or lukewarm.

Because these are some 

weird serious dark times.

Everything is questionable 

and often there is no answer 

half of the time.

And some much is happening, 

all at once in a lifetime,

I know for sure 

this will not be my last good cry.

💜D'ElegantOne